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NYC, metropolis
by Deborah S Reganto think of me,
breathing on the Eastern seaboard,
eating a hot dog in Central Park,
finding my kouros at the Met Museum,
taking the ferry "home" to Staten Island
shaking the Alabama dirt off my hands
and groveling in new dirt,
I could blink and hope
that the world could find legs,
lift itself from its rotting road houses
and peer across giant, metal sky-sweepers,
(and keep) moving 08/21/2004 Posted on 08/22/2004
Copyright © 2025 Deborah S Regan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/02/06 at 03:01 PM Interesting perception. I've never been there myself, but I Love NY, and anything about it, written or photographed. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 05/15/07 at 08:38 PM yes! nyc is amazing. and it's always a little bit better to someone who comes from the dead south. i grew up in birmingham, alabama and biloxi, mississippi, so i can really really see your perspective. |
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